Page 41 of Roughing the Player
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Done wiping the counter, she swivels back to me. “Did you get something to eat?”
“No. Kaylee wasn’t hungry.”
She points to the stool next to the kitchen island. “Then sit, and I’ll fix you a plate.”
“Thanks, Mama. Kaylee might want some as well. Let me check.” That peach pie is certainly not going to tide her over until morning. But when I peek into her room, I find her fast asleep, Butch right where I left him on the rug next to her bed. “Good boy.”
He softly thumps his tail on the floor as he gazes at me with his soft, brown eyes.
I lean down and pat his head. “You take good care of her while I’m gone.”
His low “woof” seems to say, “Don’t worry. I got this.”
Now if his master were only this compliant.
